Olivia's P.O.V
I felt something wet and sticky on the back of my head. I had yet to open my eyes but I could make out a few muffled voices around me. Groaning in pain, I slowly and gently touched the source of the pain spiralling through my head but winced in pain as I did. Regretting my actions, I retrieved my hand back down and laid it down next to me.
"Hey, I think she's awake," Being able to hear this voice much clearer now than I was able to before tells me that this person had to be somewhat closer to me than he was before. But hey, what do I know seeing as my lazy ass can't be bothered to open up my eye lids.
Hearing footsteps getting louder I assume someone comes over to the first guy. "Dude should we help her out?" The owner of the the footsteps asks and I can't help but wonder if he he just had a natural dumb moment here ~ I mean come on there is no denying it, we've all had our moments one time or another. Or whether he naturally is stupid, 'cause lets face it your not just going to leave a supposedly unconscious girl or guy lying on the ground are you
"No let's leave her to die." The first says, his tone filled with sarcasm you'll have to be stupid not to realise it. The sound of a smack was heard throughout he room we were in, gaining my full attention,"Of course we help you fool!" The first one shouted yet again to the other guy. I guess I'll have to go with the latter opinion, he's just a natural dumb ass.
"Man, that really hurt. Why do you keep on smacking me?" I hear him complain as I can only imagine him rubbing the saw part of his head that was unfortunate enough to be the focus the smack. Poor guy has probably gotten dumber over the years due to all those brain cells he looses everyday because of this well established connection between the guys hand and Dumbo's head.
"I will stop slapping you when you stop giving me a reason to!" He replies as I feel him kneel beside me, "Now come here and help me help her up."
"Ew dude! Don't touch her! What if she has aids?!" My eyes shot up immediately as soon as this comment left his mouth. I take no notice of the guy kneeling beside me and search for the next closest guy to me who could be Dumbo. Spotting a guy, I glare at him, "I do. not. have aids." I sternly reply with a hoarse voice caused by he lack of water I have consumed making my throat as dry as my dad's Christmas jokes. As these two sat somewhat shocked by my first response I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I looked around me confused to see familiar faces from my...school? Though at the same time a nagging feeling in my mind was telling me that I was forgetting something crucial. "Sally!" I hastily stood up, maybe a bit to quickly because I headed straight back down. Instead of meeting the icy cold floor again I felt two long arms wrap around my waist holding me up. I looked up to see Jordan holding me up. He is our school's basketball player. A very good one at that. Him and best mate, Tyrone, are like the school's jokers. They are liked and known by everyone so I guess you could say they were popular.
"Slow down....Lucy?" Jordan guesses, well they obviously know me oh so well. Notice the sarcasm. Not like I'm surprised though.
"O-Olivia" I whispered softly. He nodded and muttered something along the lines of 'Close enough' and I stood steadily chuckling slightly. I looked around in hopes to find her and saw Sally in the corner of the hall? I'm guessing. I walked over to her ignoring the awkward stares from everyone as I did. I knelt down and gently touched Sally's face. She stirred slightly and her eyes were starting to open slowly. "Sally, are you ok?" I asked. I don't know if she could hear me properly but I seriously feel awkward with everyone looking at me like I was some sort of circus alien. These people were from my school but they didn't know me. Me and Sally prefer to be on the down low. I lifted my head up and looked around the room noticing the old design on the wall's. The colour is a very dull and depressing grey and is chapped and mouldy.
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Hiding Is Not An Option
Mistero / Thriller"Hiding is not an option, There is no escape. Only one would get out of here alive" A dark voice said slowly through some old speakers located in every corner of this damned hall. The walls were a dark grey and you could see the mould that has proba...
